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[Inspired by Dmitry Evgrafov’s “Sway”:]
The Black Dog’s infamy proceeds it,
but tonight’s arrival was unannounced.
Hot breath panting in her face;
heavy weight pressing on her chest.
Tail swooshing at a funny angle,
banging relentless against her temple:
Problem was, too, Black Dog’s companion
canine, Insomnia, bouncing around
her head; on and off the bed.
Crowded, the room, with both of them
at her like that. Needed air, space
to breathe free, spread her arms
and reconnect with the meaning of “to be”,
if not it all: the whole, big, crazy question
of how to live before we’re dead.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]